Day one. thirty one days in october.
two. the God of arounds.
three. a suitcase of bones.
six. we are not alone.
seven. losing wilderness ground.
eleven. you need only to be still.
thirteen. yesterday’s manna.
fourteen. the God who sees.
fifteen. declarations from the mountain.
sixteen. thankfulness in the wilderness.
seventeen. reinventing egypt.
eighteen. explode my soul.
twenty. an exchange in the wilderness.
twenty-one. where i take back my song.
twenty-two. permission in the promise.
twenty-three. where i give us permission to grieve.
twenty-four. because this is what happens when i don’t.
twenty-seven. where we establish ourselves.
twenty-nine. on failure in the wilderness [and eating in my bed.]
thirty-one. where i remember the journey.
Do you know why I don’t go tubing? Because there will always be a moment when, although you’ve done your very best to hang on tightly, a moment when you are flung through the air and into the water.
A moment when you find yourself trying to take one last breath before you go under.
A moment when you gasp and sputter a little, trying to cough out the water in your nose and lungs while waiting on the boat to make it back around.
But most of all I don’t go tubing because there will always be a moment when you have to squirm, muscle and crawl your way back onto a slippery inner tube that seems hell-bent on turning over at the exact moment you start to gain a little traction.
I’m not afraid of the ride, I’m not even afraid of getting thrown off. But I am terrified of trying to claw my way back on that tube, arms already strung like jelly, while a boat full of people watch and yell advice. I don’t recover well.
And the last year of my life has felt an awful lot like that. Trying desperately to claw my way back onto a slippery platform, not entirely sure which pieces are secure and which will send me right back into the sea. Not sure what needs to be stripped away and what needs to be fought for. It’s not a pretty sight. And because it’s not pretty, I’ve chosen to do a lot of that squirming on my own, away from the scrutiny of blogs and Facebook and even many close friends. I prefer my clawing to be in private.
But I’ve found clawing doesn’t go quite as well in private and squirming isn’t meant to be done alone. So if any of you would like to join me, I’m going to spend the month of October reminding myself of Truth.
Truth about who God is.
Truth about who I am.
Who we are.
What we’re called to.
Truth about God’s promises and
Reminders and remembrances of faithfulness.
Truth that the desert is not the end and that the Promised Land was taken by force.
Truth that I am not defined by circumstance and God’s goodness isn’t measured by my situation.
All the things I already know and the many more the Lord wants to teach me.
I’m joining up with the Nester and blogging for 31 days in October. Will you join me?
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